My Ex-Wife Doesn't Know
Published on Friday, December 19, 2014
This story was submitted anonymously.
Who would have guessed it? I'm now having some of the kinkiest sex with
my ex-wife more than I
ever did when we were married. The thing is,
she has no idea. At least that's what her current boyfriend tells me.
He's the one she started seeing after we divorced.
Go figure!
Ironically, one of the irreconcilable differences that caused us
to divorce was that the kinky sex I enjoyed with her for so many years,
albeit sporadic, was something she had claimed she no longer wanted to
do. But as it turned out, the guy she's now seeing simply got into her
head in a way that I wasn't able to do, so she ended up being much more
enthusiastic about kinky sex than I had ever thought she would.
Trysts with my ex started quite by accident. A married couple I had
been seeing invited me to join them in what they said was an incredibly
hot scenario of foot fetish fun, and bondage. I'm really into both,
which is why the host allowed them to have me be their plus-one. The "bondage sex party"
as they called it was to take place at a large estate in Malibu, and my
friends had already been there a couple of times. Evidently, a
relatively new friend with benefits of the host would once again be the
center of attention as she had before.
I had no idea at the time that this guy's friend with benefits was my
ex-wife. I hadn't been shown a picture, nor had I been told what her
name was. All I knew for sure was that his friend with benefits would
be the "party
favor" of his bondage sex party.
I should qualify this story by letting you know
that my
ex and I had enjoyed bondage sex fun with other people throughout our
marriage, but it was really quite soft
compared to how her boyfriend enjoyed it with her. I almost didn't
believe it when my friends had told me about the kind of bondage sex
party this guy enjoyed hosting, so I had to see it for myself to
believe it.
And again, I had no idea my wife would be our "party favor" to
enjoy. It's not that I didn't think
she'd get off on it. Deep down I knew she would. It's just that with me
she had never been enthusiastic about bondage sex, and being sexually
submissive in the ways that he engaged her. To my surprise, I wasn't
jealous about it at all. Instead, I was excitedly intrigued, and almost
ecstatic that he had gotten my ex to enjoy it so thoroughly.
When I got to this guy's estate after following my
friends to his place since we were in separate cars, my ex had already
arrived. So had a number of other people. They were mostly couples,
although a couple of single guys had evidently been invited as
plus-ones like me. There were some single women there as well; bi-curious plus-ones of a few lesbian
couples. When I made a count later on, not counting our host and my ex,
there were 7 men including me, and 11 women.
The room we were in was what he called his "play room" and
it was soft in its decor. The lighting was low, and a lot of the light
came from candle-like light fixtures all over the room. I suppose some
people might call the room a dungeon instead of a play room, but it
wasn't what you might think a typical dungeon would look like. Instead
of a cement floor, there was comfortable carpeting throughout, and
there were oversized leather chairs spaced about the room in a circular
fashion surrounding what I would describe as an oversized piece of
bondage furniture in the middle of the room. It was a very large room,
probably about 2,500 square feet. Underneath that bondage furniture in
place of carpeting there was a rubber matt of some kind.
Being that this was a 420-friendly event, pretty much everyone had
gotten very relaxed by the time our host walked my ex into the room
with us. I knew that she enjoyed a 420 buzz, and that it made her
horny, so I figured she was already very happily ready to play by the
time she walked into the room.
Even though I didn't immediately recognize my ex the moment our host
walked her into the room, there was something vaguely familiar about
her naked body that caused me to take in a deep breath. Her face was
completely hidden underneath a leather face mask that covered her
entire face including her eyes. A zipper covered her mouth, but that
was zipped shut. Not even her chin could be seen. The only part of her
face that was showing was her nose so that she could easily breathe.
She was wearing a
collar, which my ex would have never worn while we were together, which
is one of the reasons I didn't think she was my ex. She had always
thought that look was too extreme and unappealing.
Instead of her pubic hair being nicely trimmed as my ex use to do, this
woman had been shaven completely bare.
What first gave me a clue that this woman was my ex were her bare
feet. I would know those feet anywhere even though many women have
similar feet. Her toes were perfectly symmetrical, and I could see she
had a nice arch when she walked, just like my ex. But unlike my ex who
very rarely ever painted her toes red, this woman's toes were painted a
classic candy apple red. Her pedicure was perfect.
Still, I wasn't quite sure that this woman was my ex. "How could she be?"
I thought. She would never wear a collar, nor would she ever sexually
submit to a group scene in this kind of way. Or so I thought. Obviously I was
wrong.
Another thing that almost made me sure that this
woman wasn't my ex was the way our host introduced her. One by one, he
walked her over to each of us, male and female, and laid her down over
each of our laps so that each of us could give her ass a single smack
to show our sexual dominance over her. As he proceeded to go from one
person to the other with a knowing smile on his face, he made my ex
count each smack of her ass so that she'd know how many of us there
were.
I was number 11 of 18 of us not including our host. Not only was her
ass quite nicely reddish in color, but it was warm to the touch as I
noticed when giving her a good smack myself. "Eleven!" She
called out when I smacked her ass. I knew then, up close and personal,
that this woman was my ex. I couldn't really contain my boner, and I
knew she felt it when she had been laid across my lap. She had laid
right on top of my hardening cock, which got even harder when she laid
across it.
After being smacked on her ass 18 times, one smack at a time in
submission to each one of us in the room, our host guided her over to
that piece of
bondage furniture in the middle of the room, laid her down on its
thickly cushioned leather, and with the help of 7 women who stepped
forward when our host motioned for them to join him, they secured her
wrists and ankles in comfortably padded leather cuffs. But more than
that to keep her effectively immobilzed, straps of padded leather were
secured around her arms and legs below and above her elbows and knees.
It was clear that if she could move at all, she might be able to move
an inch or so in any direction, but that would be the extent of her
freedom.
My ex was very clearly helpless to do anything about what would be
happening to her over the next hour or so, which made me wonder if our
host, and her boyfriend has established safe words between them. I
presumed they had. For the audience, and for us as participants, we
hadn't been told of any safe words, although we had been reminded that
we would be monitored to keep her sexual ravishment safe, sane, and
consensual.
When my ex and I had played before, we would call this kind of kinky
sex "consensual
non-consent" despite the bondage. This kind of strict bondage
was far more extreme than she had ever engaged in with me, but I could
already tell that she was very aroused by what had happened so far. Her
nipples were standing erect, and her vulnerably open pussy was already
dripping wet even beyond the teasing lubrication that had been applied
to her quite liberally. I already knew quite well that she loved to be
taken against her will, so it was pretty clear to me that she was in
her element with this kind of kinky sex.
I wasn't jealous; just disappointed
in myself for not having moved her forward in the way that this
boyfriend of hers had obviously done. "Missed opportuities,"
I thought to myself. "Then again," I
thought, "this is
an ideal situation for me to get off on, and enjoy." I planned
to take full advantage of it.
But first, along with the majority of people in the room, I wanted to
be a voyeur, and enjoy the show before me. So I stayed in my seat to
watch.
One of the things that turned me on the most about my wife's naked body
were her wrinkled soles, which had clearly been soaking in what I was
sure had been a nice, long bath in preparation of her play date with
us. They wrinkled even more when she pointed her toes in response to
having the soles of her feet being lightly tickled and touched by a
woman on one of her feet, and a man on her other foot. They were also
licking her toes, sometimes on at a time as they enjoyed each of her
toes, and sometimes when they had a mouthful of her toes to enjoy. See
that alone really got me hard.
In between her legs, which were comfortably tied pretty far apart to
expose her completely, there were two women teasing, and playing with
her pussy and clit at the same time, and two other women who were
playing with her breasts and nipples. Much to my surprise because my
ex's nipples are too sensitve for extended playing, or at least she
felt that way when we were together, they clamped each of her nipples
with a device that caused them to stay erect so that they were totally
exposed in a constant way that allowed them to be flicked and pinched
with fingers, and playfully bitten with the teeth of an occasional
exploring mouth.
With me, my ex never allowed this kind of stimulation to her nipples
because she simply couldn't stand the intensity of it all. But here in
front of me she was clearly getting off on having her breasts and
nipples played with, and to the point where she'd exclaim occasional
moans of ecstacy that clearly showed how aroused she had become.
Another woman was teasing my ex's mouth with her pussy as she sat over
her face after unzipping her face mask to fully expose her mouth. I
could see my wife's tongue coming up to lick that woman's pussy and
clit even though at the same time she was also resisting her as if she
was being forced to pleasure this other woman with her mouth and tongue.
What soon got my attention pretty quickly was the stimuation going
between my wife's legs. In addition to everything else that was being
done to her naked and bound body, another woman added herself to the
mix of the two women already playing with her pussy and clit so that
together, the three of them could induce a series of forced orgasms
from her; against her will as she
liked it.
In practically no time at all my ex was squirting her orgasms with such
force that her body almost seemed to convulse as she splattered and
squirted her multiple forced orgasms straight out from her pussy in a
steady stream of ejaculation; a
female ejaculation that uncontrollably kept exploding from her
naked and bound body that was securely fixed into a position of total
and complete exposure.
Suddenly, different guys with hardening cocks came up to take turns
fucking her while all of the other mutliple stimulation continued. It
was a gang bang that she was clearly getting off on, and I exciteddly
added myself to the mix to fuck her as well. As I fucked her, I looked
around at everything else that was being done to her, including the
continuing stimulation to her soles and toes, which is what caused me
to shoot a huge load into my ex's pussy.
As soon as I pulled out, another man took my place, and some of them
including myself fucked her more than once. This was just too hot of a
scene not to take full advantage of, and so I did. Even some of the
women took turns fucking her with strap-ons, and she was clearly
enjoying every single monent of both men and women who happily took
full advantage if the situation.
My ex was so exhausted from coming so hard, and so many times that she
could barely move after she was freed from that bondage furniture, and
laid down on a large bed that was nearby. In a continuing compliance of
her sexual submission to us as a group, her wrists were cuffed with
comfortably padded handcuffs, and secured in place to the bed's frame.
That was the time I was actually turned on the most. As I had
previously done with her on my own when we had been married, I laid her
legs over my shoulders so that her feet were in my face, and sometimes
at the sides of my head, and I fucked her hard and deeply once again. I
loved having her pinned and helpless underneath me like that, and her
boyfriend was clearly getting off on what I was doing to her. He winked
at me, and gave me a thumbs-up sign of approval. There was a moment in
which I thought my ex might have figured out my identity, because when
I suddenly manipulated her naked body to fuck her like that, she gasped
out loud as if she knew I had to be her ex husband. But she didn't say
anything, so I was left wondering.
Subsequent to my 1st encounter or play date with my ex, I was
privileged to be invited back again for an encore performance, which
became a regular montly event that I could have happily enjoyed more
often. I did end up telling her boyfriend who I was, which I know was a
risky thing to do, but he was thrilled by it, and told me he thought it
was really hot that I'd be playing with her without her knowing.
I sometimes wonder if he ended up telling her about my participation,
and she simply pretended not to know. But I guess that doesn't matter
since this kinky naughtiness continues, and I can get off on the
naughtiness that she might not actually know.
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